...cking it lightly; Freddie cried out weakly when Sam softly closed her teeth on the nipple before continuing to moan and moving his hands to grab her ass.
After a few more moments, Freddie brought his hand up to the back of her head and raised it up to his, capturing her lips in his, while he slid the other under her shirt to massage her breasts. Sam let out a moan in response and continued to deepen their kisses, briefly breaking them apart to pull off her shirt and undo her bra. As Freddie placed his hands on her now bare breasts, he felt her place her hand on the bulge in his jeans and begin to slowly rub his dick.
Freddie quickly reached down between them to begin undoing his belt but stopped when Sam abruptly broke off. Standing up, she unbuttoned her shorts, letting them fall to the floor and revealing her panties.
"Couch, come on," she said, beginning to walk to the living room.
"Oh, yeah," Freddie said, nodding and a little short on breath. He quickly got up, finished undoing his belt and then his jeans, and stepped out of them to follow Sam to the living room. His hardened cock was tenting beneath his blue and white plaid boxers and swayed side-to-side as he moved.
Sam's couch was an enormous five-seater with velour upholstery sporting a zigzagging, geometric line pattern done up in shades of orange. Freddie tried not to think of how many one-night stands Sam's mom had probably had on these cushions, or how many of the dark sp...